[ aroused, he's fully stiff in mat's mouth, those lips so wet, that tongue so skilled after so much time spent educating himself on the finer points of lovemaking. it's deeper this time and milo isn't too far gone to not notice how much more daring his boyfriend has become. he giggles, wondering if this is more for the both of them than his poor migraines. ]
I love – that, [ he stammers breathlessly, reaching down to touch whatever part of mat he can reach, fingers threading through silvery hair before he gropes around to find his hand, squeezing his fingers. it's begun to feel right, holding hands like this when they're tenderly having sex. sure, he's sentimental but being around mat just encourages that kind of behavior.
and, sure enough, that migraine is slowly starting to fade. ]
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I love – that, [ he stammers breathlessly, reaching down to touch whatever part of mat he can reach, fingers threading through silvery hair before he gropes around to find his hand, squeezing his fingers. it's begun to feel right, holding hands like this when they're tenderly having sex. sure, he's sentimental but being around mat just encourages that kind of behavior.
and, sure enough, that migraine is slowly starting to fade. ]